Kissing passionately, Joanna was pressed onto the couch by Ashton Heath. His hands intertwined in her hair, holding the back of her head as they continued to deeply kiss.
Unable to bear it any longer, she opened her mouth a little, and his tongue immediately took advantage, deepening their kiss even further.
"Mmm, Ashton…"
Joanna felt weak and breathless from his kisses, her head spinning even more under the lack of oxygen...
The alcohol buzz slowly took over, devouring the little bit of rationality she had left.
She let out a seductive moan, extending her hand to his chest and gently pushing him away. Just as their lips parted and she gasped for breath, he fiercely gripped her head and kissed her deeply once more.
The temperature continued to rise in the private room.
Joanna's face showed a bewildered expression, her eyes increasingly hazy.
